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We love our hens most of the time
Until in flower beds they mine
For tender worms and little bugs
Digging up the roots and grubs
Uprooting bulbs and killing flowers
With their marvelous scratching powers
Then I fear I cannot see
Why we let those hens run free
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Dottie Simmons

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